Side by side a repunzel story

1. Bring it on new Home sweet home

•ADDI BLAKE•

Isn't funny how everyone in the world experiences the day in a different way? Some people won the lottery some people confessed their undying love to someone and are probably kissing them right now. Well today I experienced the day in a different way than I ever expected. I got into a car crash.

My dad was upfront driving us to the grocery store, my mom working the radio from the passenger seat. I was sitting behind my dad in the back seat listening to the banter.

"No no I don't like this song." My dad complained for the hundredth time. I laughed as my mom sighed changing the channel once more.

She looked back at me, her emerald eyes we share shining, sending me the dazzling smile my dad fell in love with. I looked nothing like my mom, though I wished I did. Her dark drown hair was chopped into a bob wich framed her face perfectly. Freckles scattered her arms and face.

I don't look like my dad either. His once dirty blonde hair turned grey, almost black and his eyes are bright and exciting blue. Although blonde hair springs from our head you would never guess he was my father. An uncle maybe.

My moms laugh echoed through the car as my dad made a joke. With out a care in the world. Too bad they didn't know this was the last time they'd laugh together.

They're those parents that when there out in public their children cringe at how sickening in love they are. They always wished that for me but I was young, Only 15 going on 16 and uninterested in finding true love.

That was what I thought last before the truck driven by a drunk man skidded off the ice into our little red car. We didn't even stand a chance. The car spun, flipped, and flew, before crashing back to the ground. I attempted to scream but it only came out as a struggled gasp. Lucky and unlucky for me most of the impact was on the front of the car killing both my parents leaving me only injured.

After they pronounced my parents dead on sene I was rushed into emergency care and I stayed there, unconscious and unaware that my parent were dead, for five days.

When I woke up I was told I had a concussion and lost a lot of blood from my head, that's why I was passed out for so long. The blood loss. I was picked up from the hospital by my aunt later that night dazed and still not grasping the situation I was in. Two days after I woke up we had the funeral and that's when it hit me much like the car driven by the drunk man. My parents were gone. I was never going see them fight over what played on the radio ever again, or watch them come home after a long trip away from our sleepy little town in Canada. I had to do this whole life thing with out the people I relied on most. That thought created an ache through out my whole body which I thought would never go away.

We spent the next three weeks packing up the house. Everything we ever owned in small brown boxes. It didn't take long. our house was small and we didn't have many possessions. I kept some of my moms clothes that would fit me and a few of my dads tee shirts because it seemed unfair to have moms clothes and not dads. I took everything from my room disassembled it or packed it in a box, then loaded it all on a moving truck and sent it to a small town in New York where my aunt lives. It So close to the border it's basically Canada.

At least I wouldn't be home sick. My parents met in Canada and decided that's where they wanted to settle down. I'd never been to the states. my family would always want to come and visit in Canada instead of us traveling to America. I'm not sure why it's basically the same as the states in most ways, plus it wasn't like my parents and I hadn't traveled before. My dad was a photographer and my mom a journalist who would travel the many places of the world taking photos and writing about them.

I wouldn't be leaving tons of friends behind sure I had a couple friends but no one super close. Plus I much prefer my cousin Melissa to any of my friends. She was my best friend. And her mom, my moms sister, is a free spirit painter who does yoga and loves reality t.v. She's out most of the time painting huge merals around town.

We pulled the rental moving truck into the driveway of my new home, a charming brown house with a green trim which looked suspiciously like the colour of my eyes. It looked almost identical to the house next to it. Mom would have loved it, was all I could think as I looked at it.

My aunt Nancy smiled at me before jumping out of the car. I laid my head against the window listening to the sound of the back door of the truck open. I sighed and propped open the door. There was a light layer of snow on the ground even though it was only September. I'm sure the weather would change again and it would all melt, that's what it did in Canada at least. Contrary to most beliefs Canada is not a frozen tundra all year round. Only most of the year. The other few months can be 30°c on one day and -30°c the next. Oh crap now I'm gonna have to get used to fahrenheit. Great, just great. New school. new people. new measurement of temperature. And no parents to help me.

As soon as I stepped out on the car my bubbly cousin Lissa ran towards me and tackled me in a bare hug. Her perfectly curled black hair fell around my messy straight blonde hair as she smothered me. She held my shoulders and took a good look at me. Then She squealed.

"Oh my god Addi you look so gorgeous!" I knew that was a lie. I had dark bags under my dark green eyes and red Blotches from crying so much at the funeral which haven't gone away yet. Pale people problems, my dad would've said. I smiled any way. "I'm so happy your here oh my god come on I'll show you the house." I laughed hollowly and followed Lissa into the house leaving my poor aunt Nancy to do all the work. That's okay, she probably wouldn't have let me do anything anyway. I hated being pitied but now there was no way to escape it.

"I can't wait until we can have sleep overs in each other's rooms and for you to meet all my friends at school. You'll love them. I've been telling them all about you and they're so excited to meet you." She chirped. I was so glad Lissa was treating me like normal. It made me feel normal even though I was nothing of the sort. She always knew what to do. Her happiness is infectious and I love it. It made me feel a little less over whelmed. So I guess bring it on new home sweet home?